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The smile on Akira's beautiful face made Josh sigh, a little relieved to see such a thing. It would be slow, but it was a lot more welcoming then throwing Akira into something and expecting him to react appropriately.
Heading to the bed, Josh looked at Akira, smiling lightly as he kneeled before him just like before, but this time he grasped his boyfriends pants, closing his eyes playfully as he pulled them away, knowing he was rather self conscious about that part of his body, so he didn't want to stare at it at eye level.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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